The incredible nature of being ensures the continuation of cycles. I
don’t think it’s random, in fact the people and things that come close
to you in times of need are necessary facets of realizing any kind of
reality. It’s kind of hard to explain, because it has nothing to do
with the idea of karmic fate, which I feel is complete randomness,
chaos and aside the point. But more so with the idea that what you seek,
and the energy that is important, is what you will get if the will is
strong enough to overcome the difficult nature of things.

I have been picturing and realizing somewhat of a fantastic kind of
life, the kind of life that your friends and enemies hate you for, and
not because they are jealous, but because they cannot comprehend the
incredible beauty behind your everyday reality.

Whether or not this is just a skeleton of the prettiest painting in my
head, or an actual model of something that can breathe life doesn’t
matter, because it was given birth to in concept in such a way that
makes it believable. Especially when you fall flat.

In other news, I haven’t been so ridiculous. I almost feel average having
to write down notes and addresses and have had to do things to make
everything smooth that seem somewhat anal and obsessive compulsive (in
the conclusion).

Someday, it can be simple.